Hello once again it's me again; I just want to say that even though I am a Pagan I am not anti-Christian, it's just where I'm from, it's hard to pick out the good ones from the bad ones. I also want to add that Loreena and Brother Williams are my original characters so no stealing from me okay?
Chapter 1 – Arrival at the dungeon.
"Thank you sir." the young priest from England said to the servant at the side of the carriage who helped him out. He pulled his robe shut as it was December and it was cold out. He held his Bible close to him as he stared at the dungeon next to the town square where the stake was prepped out. He walked on towards the doors thinking, "Why, after just graduating from obtaining Priesthood do I have to come to Ireland just to visit with a condemned witch. She's already guilty for her sins what use of me do they even have?" But he chose not to think of it right then; it was not his place to question the Cardinal.
When Brother Williams set foot into the dungeon he covered his nose with his handkerchief to block out the horrid smell of the unwashed prisoners crowding the place, but after 5 minutes he got used to the smell. He followed the executioner to the place where he was needed. Along the way he passed massively unkempt prisoners all wishing for repentance. He passed by a cell when an arm brushed against his. Williams stopped and saw a decrepit old man clutching a wooden cross on his arm. "You priest, I have to confess that I have stolen and killed in my life, and for what I've done I am about to die, but please ask God to forgive me, and I don't want to have left behind a horrible life". Before Williams could even speak, the executioner pushed him along, " Eh, you don't need at listen to him, he's a liar, the' witch is more important."
Finally Williams came to the hallway where he was needed. Two guards blocked the doorway to the witch's cell. The guards looked him up and down. "So this is the young priest eh?" the left one, who was short and fat said. "Good thing, we'll thank God for this brave man, the witch in here is vile and cruel". Said the right, tall and lanky guard. The left one went on "I have seen this witch dancing naked in the woods near here with demons, while drinking the blood of its sacrificial victims." The lanky guard added, "Yeh, and they looked like children to me." Williams felt nervous because even though he had never met an actual witch, growing up in the monastery he had heard stories exactly like these. "When you took her did she fight at all."? The guards laughed, " No she didn't but her husband did try to fight us as we loaded her up on the carriage. I ran him through with my sword but he tried to strangle me whilst impaled, so I kicked him off and slit his throat." The lanky guard showed Williams his neck, which was red with finger-marks. Williams felt that he heard enough " Could I just go through please." The guards unlocked the door to the hallway leading to the witch.
As the priest and the executioner walked down the hallway the short guard called back " Be careful priest, she might throw her teeth at ya." then the guards roared with laughter. As they came to a stop the executioner took out the keys to the cell and handed them to the priest. "If she gives ye trouble just give me the word and I'll 'handle it'. The priest then uttered a silent prayer to his Lord and unlocked the door and went inside.